Correction Paroles Hands Up (Live from the House Of Blues, Chicago) par Black Eyed Peas

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[Intro: will.i.am]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Chicago
Ho
Ho
Ho
Hey, ho
Ho
Ho
Chicago, ho
Come on, put your

[Chorus: will.i.am]
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, yo
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, yo
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Yo, we gon' make you move (Move), we gon' make it hot (Hot)
Elbow above your head because we holding up the spot
We gon' get it goin' even if y'all don't be knowing
"Y'all don't be knowing"
'Cause this shit that we throwing get you going, gone retarded
Started up, bangin' our hits, now we chartin' up
Didn't mean to bump you, pardon us
Diggin' this cut 'cause we sharpened up
You dumbing it down, we smarten it up
We penetrate even though your guard was up
Get down to the beat 'cause we fallin' up
Electric 'cause we like charging up
We the B-E-Peas, uh
Rhythmic sonic pleaser
Hit you, hot like fever
Boiling two hundred degrees, uh
You're burning up
Heat's getting low, let me turn it up
Let me fuck up your ear 'til my sperm is up
In your brain and the baby will.i.am's be saying

[Verse 2: Taboo & apl.de.ap]
I be the Tabamatic, full manual flows
Deeper than Atlantic O's
Apl.de.ap got ridiculous flows
Catchin' rhythm, makin' them grow
Mathematic Apl will go
Up in the scene we original
You know what I mean, B-E-P mineral
Stormin' strong for the several
Baracade laid for you terribles
I'm the chief Filipino
Letting you know we about to blow
Will.i.am, Ap and Tab double O
Set 'em up, shut 'em down, get 'em up
Time for us to raise it up
Never going down, always heading up
Raise your hands 'cause we blaze it up
Anyone who waited long
To you, I dedicate this song
Ain't nothing wrong, gotta make it right
Straight to the point, this is the new joint
And you know this is the jam, y'all
Come on down and dance, y'all
Have a ball y'all, throw your hands up

[Chorus: will.i.am]
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, oh
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, yo
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, yo

[Bridge: The Black Eyed Peas]
Hey, Black Eyed Peas will announce
Somethin' that you can't avoid
You need to b-b-b-bounce to this, yeah
B-b-b-b-b-bounce to our joint
We come with more than an ounce
More like a ton full of noise, hey
You need to b-b-b-b-bounce to this, yeah
B-b-b-b-b-b-bounce to our joint
Everybody bounce
We came to get ya, get ya
Bouncin' so get ya, get ya
Ass up we got ya, got ya
Movin', let's make it hotter
Hotter than molten lava
Bubblin' like boilin' water
Ah
It don't get no hotter than this, what? What?

[Chorus: will.i.am]
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Hands up, coming with rhythms to make your head jerk
Hands up, we makin' the whole joint short circuit
Hands high, touch the sky, get 'em up, yo
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, oh

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